In the Iron Lady Abi Morgan has penned a sypathetic biopic about one of the most notorious women in recent history, however the film is impressive mostly due to the phenomenal acting skills of Meryl Streep.

Overall it lacks depth, it fails to portray the woman behind the image, unlike in The King's Speech where the audience was invited behind the scenes to learn about the thoughts, feelings and family of George V. Here, there are few such enlightenly moments with the exception of when Lady Thatcher remembers the night of Denis Thatcher's proposal or when she explains her motivations for deciding to run for party leader.

I can't help but feel it would have been facinating to have learnt more about her when she was actually in power, to have got under the skin and imagined what it must have felt like to be a woman in a 'man's job' as apposed to the many minutes spent depicting her demise. This ultimately could come down to a matter of taste but the title and marketing of this film does mislead the audience - instead of an Iron Lady it presents an elderly lady shackled by the dwindling limitations of her mind. It sells itself as one thing then serves up something completely different.